Nature

Am I the first 
to view these dying golden rays, 
the first to wish the sea soon quenched 
leaving a few unsipped streaks 
for a tomorrow that may not come? 
 
Am I the last 
to see lusty waves carrying off 
gilded curls of light, only to free them 
in the darkest depths of the ocean 
for a future traveller to discover? 
 
Am I the only one 
who hears soft music caressing 
every dying breath of sunshine 
as it's absorbed into the living mass 
of the world's most voracious predator? 
 
And who am I 
to be so blessed that my frail sight 
is permitted to witness the miracle of the sea 
as it drinks the melted warmth of the sun's farewell? 
 
I am the one who asks: is this the first sunset, or the last?

First or Final Sunset